Anna

Restrained in my moans, small wonder in this place, heart beats against stone, bus ticket's a burning fuse, blown in by the rain, he listens to my news, laughs at all my groans, the useless games, needed to fend alone, the foray of his truth, shadows yesterday's blame, clutches bars of chocolate chews, a sea whipped home, a tornado for my rage, incarcerated lips intone, bites at my leather glove, the ribbons of a day, swears his unfying love, says he's praying again.